She hates me
And calls it
Love
I
I hate myself
But
I have to live
myself
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Summer
itching of something
but lost
and lost again
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Achievement
The meaning has long been lost
In time and history, not meaning
Anything important
Still persistent
Ringing it’s tone
Into my mind
Again and again
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Nightfall
Regaining strength
Losing vitality
And a over
Conscious mind
While the night
Sets over the
City of reason
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Fighting
Fighting to forget
Fighting to remember
Alone and lonely
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Here
We leave
Ourselves
At night
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Lost Things and Thoughts
Trying to focus
Picking up the lost
Thread that
I don’t have
And creating
A new one
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Empty
Empty spaces
The mind has a lot of holes
A lot of places and things I don’t
Remember
Blank areas of the mind
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Strange Encounters
Evil is a strange quality
Seldom encountered
In every day life
Still always present
As a shadow or memory
From long time ago
Haunting you through the
Night into the light of the
Morning
